Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 224 Evil
Wait for Harry and the others to return to the auditorium.

Filch stood at the door with a mop in one hand, gritting his teeth and looking inside.

The little wizards were in a mess.

Krum and Fleur reluctantly sat at the corner of the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables, and the students of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons were the only ones who came.

As warriors, as contestants, they cannot escape.

They sit awkwardly.

But no one paid them any attention.

The little wizards scattered fireworks, threw cakes, and sprayed champagne.

There was only one Ms. Maxim in the teacher's seat. She was drinking alone and didn't care about what the little wizards were doing.

Without the professor, under the leadership of the Gryffindors, especially George and Fred, the little wizards became lawless.

Filch's "jealous" gaze was not on these little wizards.

He was looking at a lady at the Gryffindor table—Petunia Dursley, a Muggle like himself who had no magical abilities!
Mrs. Norris, his dearest Mrs. Norris.

Fighting alongside him, Mrs. Norris, who was stern and mighty to everyone except "Harry Potter", at this moment, was like an ordinary clingy kitten, rubbing against Petunia. From the soles of the feet, there was a "snoring" sound from the throat, and there were a few delicate meows from time to time.

Petunia looked at the little animals in front of her in a panic.

Hedwig stood on her lap and yelled high-pitched: "Coo coo coo, coo coo coo!"

Crookshanks, Bowes, Mrs. Norris, some other cats, owls, and even Fox, who is coiled on Petunia's lap, is very intimate, and other small animals line up or stand or sit Listening quietly to Hedwig's lecture.

Hedwig's cry was very nice.

But Petunia couldn't understand, until Hedwig finished calling, she froze and looked at Ron: "What did Hedwig just say?"

She had a bad feeling.

Originally, Hedwig asked her to cook a big pot of owl food every week, and sometimes the amount was so large that she couldn't lift an owl, so she had to call friends to help.

That's tedious work.

If it wasn't for Hedwig, she would sometimes bring back some gifts—not "gifts" like little mice and snakes that normal family pets would catch.

Sometimes it's gold jewellery, sometimes it's gems, or even a stack of pounds.

Petunia had written to Harry asking.

Not to mention that Hedwig is doing some illegal activities outside.

Harry also wrote back to her, letting her accept it with peace of mind.

Those gold and gemstones were brought by Hedwig and her friends. They dismantled the Sniff Dens, took out the contents of their pockets, and asked Mrs. Norris’s owner, Filch, to post them in Hogwarts and Hogsmeade. "Lost and Found Notice".

Hedwig calmly took away the items that had not been claimed for more than three months and gave them to Petunia in exchange for owl rations.

as for the pound
That was an unexpected surprise that Hedwig found on the way to deliver the letter.

If the amount is too large, she will throw it to Scotland Yard, if the amount is small, she will accept it, and when the amount is enough, she will hand it to Petunia.

Petunia can have an extra income of more than 3000 pounds every month, which is almost one-third of her husband's.

As a housewife, she still has a salary equivalent to that of a working woman every month. She is very satisfied. At least she can add a few more cosmetics for herself and buy some small gifts for Dudley.

But work is too tiring.

Hedwig has enough of those, don't come again!

Ron hesitated: "Hedwig should be introducing you."

Petunia was more hesitant than him: "But she said a lot just now."

Ron blinked innocently: "I don't understand owl, maybe Harry."

"Ron is right." Neville moved his head closer and said timidly, "In the first part, Hedwig was indeed introducing you."

"The next thing is to let them remember you and your family. If you encounter any trouble in the future, you must help you."

"You can also write down the appearance of these owls. If you want to post letters with owls, you can find them."

Boss and the others cooed and nodded.

"Neville, you can speak owl!" Ron stared at him incredulously.

Neville scratched his head: "Professor Sprout said that I am very talented in this area. She taught me to understand a little bit."

"You are really amazing!" Ron held Crookshanks high, "Then do you understand cat language? Can you help me see what Crookshanks will say?"

Crookshanks groaned.

Neville looked troubled.

"Ah, haven't you learned yet?" Ron put Crookshanks down and held back his excitement, "It's okay, it's okay."

Neville shook his head: "No, Professor Sprout taught me."

"Just. Just"

Ron was full of doubts: "Huh?"

"It's scolding you." Neville lowered his voice, speaking carefully.

Ron was taken aback, and looked at Crookshanks in disbelief.

The ginger kitten meowed miserably again.

Neville added: "It's scolding you again."

Ron reached out and pinched its face: "I serve you every day, and you treat me like this!"

Crookshanks clawed away his hand with a paw, and sneered twice.

"It's still scolding you." Neville was very calm, and translated again.

One person and one cat fight together, and Neville is in charge of explaining.

Dudley tried to get involved, but immediately dismissed the idea after seeing Crookshanks smash the cup on the table with his tail. Are wizard pets so dangerous?
Which normal cat can smash a cup with its tail?
Magic schools are too dangerous!

Harry took Hermione back to the long table and sat down.

Petunia immediately poked her head over: "Harry, are you okay?"

Fei Nong also turned his head to look over, but his face twisted into disgust uncontrollably, with only a hint of concern in his brows and eyes.

"It's okay." Harry shook his head.

"What key is that?" Petunia continued to ask, "What's going on?"

Ron and Crookshanks stopped fighting and poked their heads over.

The little wizards around also pricked up their ears.

Harry shook his head: "A small matter, it has been resolved."

Petunia looked at the others, nodded, and planned to ask again at night.

Holding the box in their hands, George and Fred hurried over: "Harry, have you seen Mr. Bagman?"

"Him? I didn't." Harry shook his head.

"He's not with you?" George said emphatically.

Harry shook his head again: "Why, what do you need from him?"

"It's over, that thing should have run away!" Fred took off the box and put it on the table beside him, "I wish I had known it would keep blocking him."

"Didn't he return the money for the Quidditch World Cup to you?" Harry asked himself a glass of pumpkin juice.

George shook his head: "The money has been paid back to us, but we haven't settled the money for the fireworks yet."

Fred sighed and explained: "Haven't we been promoting our fireworks? Before the third round, Bagman approached us and said that the Ministry of Magic wanted to order a batch of fireworks from us."

"This is a good thing, great news." George stretched out his hand and gestured.

Fred continued: "He ordered a full three hundred Galleons from us, but he didn't pay, saying that he was waiting for the Ministry of Magic to pay the bill, but the third round is imminent, and he needs it urgently."

Fenon sneered.

He has seen this kind of method too much, it is a low-level deception.

George sighed sadly: "We just gave him the fireworks. Until just now, we couldn't find Mr. Bagman. We thought he was with you, and just happened to bump into an official from the Sports Department and asked a question casually."

"Do you know what he said?"

Fred raised his hands and rubbed his face: "It's terrible. He said that the Ministry of Magic never ordered fireworks from us."

"And they're looking for Bagman, too."

"They found that the bill remitted to Romania was wrong, and there was an unknown amount of more than 200 Galleons."

Harry looked at them in surprise.

Ludo is really bold enough.

Money from three parties was rolled up.

"Harry, try that." George raised his hand and gave him a slight push.

Harry nodded, sat down on the table, took out the Marauder's Map from the Sorting Hat, and put it on his lap, covered by the long table, except for the few people closest to him, others could not see anything.

Click the wand and the map will appear.

With a glance, Harry pointed his wand at one place: "Ludo hasn't left Hogwarts yet, and is on his way to Hogsmeade."

"Not out of Hogwarts yet?" George raised his voice, a little surprised.

"Well, the road to Hogsmeade." Harry nodded, taking his wand back.

George and Fred immediately took the Marauder's Map and started calling friends.

Ravenclaw's, Gryffindor's, and a few little badgers, they all wanted money from Ludo.

Until the dinner party is over.

George and Fred, a group of talents, came back with success or failure.

"Have you found Ludo?" Ron asked with concern, which was related to his pocket money for a period of time in the future.

George was frustrated: "Found it."

It's not a good thing to find it, why is it still like this
Ron was puzzled.

Fred sighed: "It can also be said that it was not found."

Not only Ron was puzzled, but even Hermione was a little confused.

"We saw him at the Three Broomsticks," George sighed, explaining, "But Bagman reacted violently, and Apparated away the instant he saw us."

"We're not old enough to learn to Apparate."

"Even if he learns, he doesn't know where he will go."

"More than 300 Galleons."

Feinon's tone was serious, and he interrupted suddenly: "I don't quite understand what your Garon is, but it sounds like that Bagman used the name of your wizard government to make a deal with you?"

George and Fred nodded.

"Is there any evidence?" Feinon spread his hands, "I mean things like recordings, or contracts."

George and Fred looked troubled.

Harry answered for them, "Yes."

The two brothers were taken aback.

Have evidence?
I don't even know I have evidence
"Memories." Harry pressed his wand to George's temple, "I can extract your memories at any time if necessary."

Fenon shuddered, this method sounds so evil.

　There is a big chapter tonight!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)